Poem -
1:00 PM
Droopy daffodil as you long for the water pots of heaven to spill over , my word cannot blot out the sun .
How can I tame the wind ? It runs wild as it wishes , the breathe of life sways again and rushes . I never waded in the water for eternity like a fish , the clouds are not amongst my bed like the birds . How can the dreamer awaken to such marvel ?Â
I am beautiful in this time . Yes as it humors or the horrors .
Comments
Nice, I love this because we can love the moment in life or be let down and be taken in by the moment, I felt a bit of running away in the sky when I read this, a time of happiness if you will. great write my friend..